Losing her sight didn’t turn out to be as awful as she’d anticipated. Maybe it helped that her eyesight was never the best in the first place, or maybe it just hadn’t hit her yet. After 30 years of being able to see - mostly - she’d expected things to be a lot harder. No longer would she be able to walk around by herself, and no longer would she be able to truly look at anybody.
But on the other hand, Aida had been waiting for this moment for a long time. It felt nice, willingly giving up her failing eyesight before it completely fucked her over on its own. Plus, it wasn’t as if she gave it up for nothing.
The world itself would no longer be visible to her, but Aida’s mental eye had opened and a new sense replaced the one she’d given up. Shapes floated and flew through the air here and there, and she could feel them. Nothing tangible, no; ghosts, specters, souls. She could feel them all. She could tell exactly where they were, even if she couldn’t tell what else was in that space.
Her knuckles closed tight over the walking cane she’d bought not two hours ago. If she focused, she could feel the emotions and even snippets of thoughts coming from the spirits around her. Aida knew they’d always filled the city of Gehenna, but now she could truly see them. Feel them. Exist with them.
At her feet, Betsy let out a huff. Aida reached down and tickled the top of the English bulldog’s head. Betsy licked her hand twice. “It’s time to go,” Aida said, leaving one hand to rest on top of Betsy’s head. “I’ve been told you know how to lead?”
Betsy chuffed and got to her feet. Aida followed suit, moving both hands back to her cane. Betsy’s leash was looped around one of her wrists, and she let the dog guide her. She’ll have to have to talk to Dani now, let them know everything worked out.
Betsy’s a smart girl, and not a once did she lead Aida into anything. Aida relaxed more and more as they walked, and she felt fine enough to let her awareness leave the immediate vicinity and go back to the spirits in the surrounding space.
She’d been told that she could expect to sense things other than spirits, once she got more of a handle on her new sixth sense. Ghouls, shapechangers; anything non-human, really. Auras even, eventually. A small smile touched her lips as she strolled along the near-empty sidewalk beside the dog. If anything was going to help the company out, this would be it. After all, no true monster-hunting crew could exist without a psychic, right?